JUNE

To say I was nervous would be an understatement. Kristen didn't say anything last night. He just nodded slowly, turned and entered the kitchen, then returned with a towel which he silently wiped my face with.

No words were exchanged between us during and after the meal. And when he retired to bed, he only spared me a 'good night.'

This morning, before I woke up, he had already left for work. Though he made breakfast for me and even wrote me a sticky note, I still felt ...